It’s
twelve forty five, past midnight.
It’s late and
i with my
toxic thoughts
take a turn
around my brain.
I have questions about
nuclear waste,
purulent green,
producing
seething heat.
Seeping up from
the ground.
Seemingly something
beauteous and awful.
Drink not the green.
Stay away.
But,
what about
this spill?
What but
death?
The photo is from Pixaby. Thank you Mish for the prompt: signs. Gosh, it has been so long that I can barely remember how to work with format or anything else. I also hope that I can remember how to publish at D’Verse.
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Oh the fear… Radiation is something so scary, and imagining it fluorescent makes it tangible… for real it’s even worse in the sense that it’s totally invisible.
It is so good to reconnect Bjorn. It is very frightening, so much so I just want to “bury my head in the sand” do to speak.
I hate it when I read news about the spill in the oceans or forests being uprooted for city’s urbanization ~ We should all the heed the signs of distress from nature but oftentimes we are warped in our own greed.
Hey, good to read you again ~ Hope you are well ~
Thank you Grace very much!
That ghastly green signals death….it is not something one can hide…cover up, we are killing ourselves and all that we hold sacred. Nice write….
G-d isn’t it frightening. And, perhaps thru the sacred is the only way to go.
Nice eerie poem. That green looked like a witches cauldron until I saw the toxic sign on the barrel. It amazes me how that green color in a liquid feels like death, but on a leaf feels like life.
Oh my – I had not thought of that. It is true of course, but for some reason makes me feel even more . . . . more what, confused along with being frightened for the earth, I guess.
Toxic thoughts can keep us awake…and also spill to kill life.
lynn_ that was a short but perfect poem within your response.
So nice to see you posting, friend. Sometimes it feels like the world is bathing in that green toxic soup.
Thank you friend. I think that I am coming ’round . . . . hope so anyway. Thank you for coming by. Many hugs to you.
A sobering commentary, well written.
Thank you Beverly. It is sickening, frightening and generally all related to greed, IMHO. What a beautiful world and we are killing it.
a sign of our times and great commentary on deep subject not heavily laden
Thank you Laura. I have no idea of your age , but I remember in the 1st & 2nd grades; and probably further of having to get under my desk – for atomic bomb scares. How silly was that?
Liz, it was a treat to get a notification that you had posted a poem…it has been awhile! And I just wrote something recently about that very thing of having to get under our desks during safety drills in elementary school. Silly indeed! No, I didn’t participate in this prompt but had to come read your offering…frightening on many levels.
Gayle ~
This just screams “danger” on the literal level, but, for me, even deeper is the message that those thoughts that haunt us at the hour of the night can also be so very toxic. Scary photo, Liz.
Boy, you hit that right on target! And yet none of os gains from those feelings.
I read this twice…literally and then as a metaphor, those toxic things that attempt to intrude into our lives, if we let them. The image is so bold and creepy and I like that you used a symbol.
Mish, thank you. It was a great prompt. It took a while to find the right photo, but that green really stuck out – kinda screaming at me.
Okay…………your words are visceral without the photo….but together, I am grimacing!
I don’t blame you and thank you. Love your icon – I have several of my feet but I am standing.
Such an incredibly powerful write!